The Human Mankind cycle

We spend our lives chasing answers. One puzzle solved slips into the next, and along the way we collect obsessions; porn, cigarettes, social media, whatever dulls the ache for a minute. We gorge on information until the craving loses its grip, then we move on, convinced the next fix will finally silence the questions. We have been asking since childhood: Why is the sky blue? Why is “Dad” spelled D‑A‑D? Soon the questions aim at our friends, our lovers, the manager who frowns behind the desk, the stranger brushing past on the street. The interrogation never stops. We turn it on ourselves; our worth, our beauty, our God—looking for someone or something to shoulder the blame. And sometimes the weight feels lethal. One hardship too many and the mind whispers it would be easier to quit the whole experiment. Most of us have stood near that edge. Yet the very restlessness that drags us there also keeps us alive: the stubborn, infuriating need to know why, and what comes next.